doomsday disposal game

Chapter 11 A small test, the era of power outage

Open the window and door and step onto the balcony.

The wind and rain yesterday afternoon caused some water to accumulate downstairs, which also diluted the corpse odor in the air. Lin Xiu took a deep breath.

The air in Tokyo is not sweet.

But this kind of environment without corpse odor is really refreshing. A new day has begun, and I have to please myself as much as possible.

And the highest state is to do whatever you want.

Whatever you want to do, do it freely.

Unfortunately, the group of zombies wandering in the parking lot did not allow him to be so reckless, because even if Lin Xiu's gun hit the vital point, he could not completely eliminate them, let alone the huge population base of the entire city.

"So... let's take a look at the situation."

As he spoke, Lin Xiu stretched and looked around the area near the apartment building——

The streets were still the same, with many cars abandoned in a mess, some crashed onto the sidewalk, and some even crashed into shops on the street.

Next to them, there were several figures, swaying and wandering aimlessly, while those low-level zombies with only half of their heads left intact, and the rest of their torsos not being able to support themselves standing up, were numb and stagnant in place.

If you don't eat for a long time, will you turn into a skeleton?In this regard, Lin Xiu was unable to make an appropriate judgment.

At this time, the sound of sizzling eggs came from behind, and the smell of meat gradually wafted out.

The cook Ling Xinran is preparing breakfast, a glass of milk, a fried egg, and her own bread. This is the standard she sets for herself.

As for Lin Xiu.

One more steak.

After all, among the combined resources of the two, the latter was the main one, she thought to herself, and sprinkled some black pepper on it with jerky movements.

On the balcony, Lin Xiu, who was leaning on the steel handle and rinsing with mouthwash to solve the hygiene problem, quickly locked onto the police zombie.

Weapons, scarce.

This is the status quo.

And all fear stems from insufficient firepower.

Thermal weapons never trusted carbon-based organisms, and if they did, it wasn't hot enough.

Therefore, Lin Xiu desperately needs a spare gun, even if it is not a good thing:

New Nambu M60.

New Southern M60.

In the classic Japanese comic "Detective Conan", there is no one firearm with the highest appearance rate!

Megure, Sato, Takagi, Shiratori, Chiba and other passerby police officers, as long as they have a gun in their hand, they will basically use the M60 to avoid running away. This is the same gun that Kogoro used when he injured Eri to save her.

Thanks to the related memories he inherited and his level 2 firearm proficiency skills, Lin Xiu is very familiar with various data:
The empty gun weighs 665g/685g.

Fires .38 Special revolver ammunition.

备弹量5发，全枪长172mm/198mm，有51和77两种枪管长度。

The short-barreled type is called the police type and is mainly equipped with mid- to high-level police officers, judicial police officers and plainclothes officers.

The long-barreled type is called the police type and is mainly equipped with uniformed police officers, grassroots police officers, and judicial patrols.

It was born between 1958 and 1960. It was officially put into production in the 60s and began to be delivered to the police of the island country. Although it was officially discontinued 30 years ago, it is still active in the police industry.

As for the reason, it is simply related to its cheapness and solid leather. Its power is really hard to describe.

Before becoming a player of the Doomsday Disposal Game, Lin Xiu was considered a half-fan of the Yun Army, so he knew an interesting anecdote:
A police pistol called the Type 64 was produced in China. Its muzzle kinetic energy is 220J because it often ricochetes on the human skull.Therefore, it is affectionately nicknamed "Little Smasher" by the public.

The m60 police type has a muzzle kinetic energy of 280J, while the police type is even worse, only 180J. If the patrol policeman hadn't been wearing the former, it could barely penetrate the skull, and Lin Xiu wouldn't even bother to plan.Of course, if you have to look for performance advantages, then the New South M60 does have one, that is, excellent single-shot accuracy.

However, double-shot and continuous fire are relatively bad. The reason is that in order to prevent misfire, the trigger force of the M60 is set heavier. The shooter needs to pull hard to complete the firing. For those rookie police officers who have neglected training, the accuracy of continuous fire will naturally fall. Not pretty.

After thinking about it, Lin Xiu, who only had a Glock 17 in hand for self-defense, raised the muzzle of the gun and simultaneously activated the new skill [Tracking], successfully entering a slight super-sensory state.

A wealth of detail becomes clear before your eyes.

boom!
The Parabellum bullet rotated, breaking through the effective range at supersonic speed, and accurately completed a long-distance shooting of nearly 60 meters.

There was no bells and whistles at all. The patrol zombie that was originally spinning around the outer circle of the parking lot fell to the ground with a black hole between his eyebrows and a large amount of slurry splattered on the back of his head.

In this way, just wait for Lin Xiu to find a suitable opportunity to search for his own loot.

But at this moment, he didn't care about anything else and immediately exited the slight super-sensory mode. His stomach, which was already empty, was making a slight sound.

"Oh, I'm hungry."

"Sure enough, physical strength is king. If it continues like this, I'm afraid I will really become a big eater."

After muttering something in his mind, Lin Xiu inserted the Glock into the holster and looked to his side - Ling Xinran, who was preparing breakfast, was curious and cautious when she saw him pulling out his gun, and leaned over to investigate the situation.

Ever since, she witnessed this long-distance shooting with her own eyes. The target was so small that she could hardly see it with her naked eyes, but Lin Xiu directly aimed the headshot with her machine gun. It was not a fixed target position!
Frankly speaking, if it were a rifle, even Ling Xinran, who had been to a shooting range and had contact with live ammunition, would not be so surprised.

Because the effective range of pistols with superior performance is mostly fixed at 50 meters. Within this range, trained professionals can control bullets and kill targets by aiming.

Beyond 50 meters, it doesn't mean that you can't kill someone, but there are too many external factors, such as wind speed, recoil, etc., which affect the shooting accuracy and the difficulty will be greatly increased...

"Let's go eat."

The statement interrupted his reverie.

It has to be said that this wave of truth made Lin Xiu feel better. In a doomsday survival crisis, people like him have a natural attraction to the opposite sex and can give them a sense of security.

After adjusting his thoughts and looking at the motionless corpses in the parking lot, Ling Xinran followed closely and returned to the bedroom that doubled as the living room and dining room.

On the folding table, there is a relatively rich meal.

Breathe the fresh air on the balcony - shoot the target zombies casually - enjoy the satisfaction brought by meat, egg and milk - play games - chat with girls -

One day has passed.

It is worth mentioning that Ling Xinran is very good at picking up jokes and taking the initiative to talk about topics. Unlike those girls who can only chat with "um um", "ah" and "oh", this makes people feel comfortable. In normal society, whether it is Anyone can become friends with her.

Unfortunately, Lin Xiu originally thought that his good mood would last until midnight, but at around eleven o'clock, the entire apartment and even the building suddenly lost power!

It is undeniable that this is expected, but when it actually happens, it is still frustrating.

Humanity has lost another major civilization on which it depends for survival.

Two candles collected in advance were lit.

One is placed next to the sink not far from the entrance, using the principle of mirror refraction to maximize its use. The other is inserted between the glass door and the wooden bed by Lin Xiu.

It's not exactly brightly lit, but it's not so dark that people have to keep vigil in the dark, and they can see a lot of things clearly.

"Fortunately, I ate the things I couldn't save in advance."

"Unfortunately, there will be no steak or eggs in the future, only instant noodles and meat sauce."

"It's getting harder and harder to please yourself."

Across a solid wooden door, Ling Xinran, who was awakened from a light sleep, listened to the muttering and looked thoughtful at this moment.

to please?

It's probably the depressing atmosphere of worrying about the end of the world that leads to mental illness, well, that must be the case.

(End of this chapter)